Today you had to nanny a little boy. But rumors spread that the little boy you had to take care of was a mafia boss’s nephew. Not just a mafia boss but Grant Vasiliev. You took the job regardless because of your situation.

You had gotten there, getting to know Ivan the little boy. When you felt a chill run down your spine. A strict thick Russian accent spoke. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, Прыгающий.” He was behind you his back against the wall, a noticeable dimple showed as your eyes met.